Last week progressed like most weeks, with the exception of
it being my birthday on Thursday. Since Camille already threw me a huge
beer birthday bash the previous weekend, I felt like my birthday had already
happened, so Thursday mostly felt like just another day. In spite of the
anti-climactic nature of the day, The Wife and The Boy set up a perfect evening
at home enjoying take-out sushi, and watching “The Big Year”. Do they
know me or what? To treat myself, I popped the cap on one of the special
bottles I had squirreled away from the unwashed masses during my beer
party. Courtesy of the generous Mr. Larry McQuaide, I enjoyed my very
first tasting of a Fifty Fifty beer. This brewery is based in Truckee,
a town the size of a postage stamp, which could be considered “the middle
of nowhere” were it not a through point for travelers to Lake
Tahoe. On the rare occasions when I see their bottles,
they’re on the expensive side, averaging $20-$30 minimum, but very highly
regarded in beer nerd circles. Those nerds knew what they were doing when
they got their mustaches in a wax over this joint. I have yet to sample
their Eclipse Series, but this B.A.R.T. (Barrel Aged Really Tasty) brew is exactly what
the name implies. A rich, viscous, and deeply satisfying ale, brewed with
honey, aged in barrels, and destined for my stomach as often as possible.
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| The Most Interesting Cut-Out In The World |
The next day my real adventure began, when Infest headed to Seattle for the
weekend. After the driest winter in memory, our flight to Seattle coincided with
the arrival of a massive storm, the biggest, they say, in the last four
years. Our flight out of Bob
Hope Airport
was late, so I passed the time with some average airport brews,
Widmer Hopside
Down IPL and
Red Hook Long Hammer, which actually helped me relax and not lose
my patience with constant delays. Considering the high powered storm, I was
surprised our eventual departure wasn’t more violent. Regardless, I was
cool as a cucumber thanks to a shot of bourbon, and a few
Alaskan Amber ales
aboard the flight. Kudos to Alaska Airlines for deviating outside of the
Busch camp, and offering something regional. Domino and I ensured the
short flight was a toasty one, and we cracked up about everything possible,
including a few glimpses of the brillo-haired gal in front of us reading “Fifty
Shades Of Grey” on her Nook.
For once, Seattle
weather was nicer than SoCal. Brisk, beautiful, musty with history.
I love this city, for much more than just the simple reason that the greater
Sea-Tac area is my birthplace, in addition to the multitude of relatives who
have never left. In the interest of full disclosure, I cannot claim Seattle proper as my hometown, but rather Tacoma,
which is a city that forever remains the butt of every joke (“Tacoma? Oh, you mean
Aroma? Heh heh…”).
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| Shorty's: No, it's not a brothel |
Despite the late arrival, show promoter Mike Crow, Iron Lung
bandmates Jensen Ward and Jon Kortland, old friend Lauren Garaventa, and Japanese
visitor and Far East beer geek Kemmy Dreadeye
met up with us. We all checked out
Shorty’s, a bar with an old school
pinball theme, and a few decent local taps to properly christen my Pacific Northwest adventure. Crowded, but a decent
place to hang thanks to multiple booths; the tables at each booth are
formerly-enjoyed, lit-up pinball machines. Loud, trippy, and thanks to Mr.
Crow, the drinks kept flowing. And thanks to Mr. Fireball and several
regional pints -
Hale's Ales, Maritime Pacific, Georgetown Brewing - I was spinning, in need of nourishment. I stumbled next
door to
Rocco’s for the most superior BBQ chicken pizza slice I’ve had in my
life. Is it the greatest slice because it IS the greatest, or is it the
greatest slice because when you’re hammered at 1:30am, just about anything that
goes in your mouth tastes like the world’s greatest invention? All I know
is I was on the verge of tearful rapture in my drunken, ravenous state. Before I knew it they were flashing the flights at Rocco's and Shorty's, sending the inebriated masses into the streets. I found my friends and capped off the night with more food at
13 Coins, a bizarrely awesome "fancy" restaurant trapped in 1966. It was 4am when my head hit the pillow.
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| This is what 13 Coins, 6 beers, and 3AM look like. |
Not surprisingly, I didn’t wake up until Noon on
Saturday. Show day. I couldn’t go too overboard because I needed to
play that evening. But it was still early enough to get a taste, and
still sober up before hitting the stage. I’m not one of those guys who
performs well drunk, so I time my pre-show drinking far enough in advance to
allow ample normalization time. I followed my bandmates to the central
hub of tourism, Pike Place Market. On the way over, we took a pit stop at
Top Pot Doughnuts, a fancy newfangled donut shop. I was fully expecting
an array of overly frou-frou, hipster specialty donuts, but I was wrong.
There were no maple bacon chorizo donuts, and no amber rosepedal dusted truffle
donuts. Just the classic styles created with perfection. I grabbed
a triple shot of espresso and a chocolate old fashioned. Unlike my
drunken, hazy, “world’s greatest” revelation from the evening before, I was
perfectly sober, and fully aware that this WAS one of the greatest donut places
I’ve patronized. The simple chocolate old fashioned was in no way oily or
greasy, and the chocolate was delicious, actual
chocolate, and not the
cheap, dark brown colored, sugar glaze that I’m used to. We made it
to Pike Place,
and fought our way down the main thoroughfare, shoulder to shoulder with our
fellow, chilly, mouth-breathing tourists. We darted in and out of side
tables, tasting endless free samples, but there is only so much pepper jelly
and chili coated almonds one person can consume. I was antsy to find the
Pike Brewery and start tasting.
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| Brewery where I couldn't get a brew |
After mentioning the brewery for a third
and fourth time, Domino recognized my jonesing, and suggested I find it, and
they meet us later. I obliged, but sadly it was not meant to be.
Pike Brewery looked like a funky, multi-leveled, less contrived version of TGIFridays.
I bypassed the tables, and bee-lined for the bar. There were no seats and
a line five-deep at the front of the bar to order a beer. I waited
impatiently for 10 minutes, making no progress, then reluctantly left. I
wanted a beer, but the idea of combat tasting didn’t appeal to me.
Unfamiliar with the area, and unsure which direction to head next, I roamed the
street anxious, and agitated. Like, REALLY agitated. What was my
problem? I experienced a brief moment of fear. Am I just now officially
an alcoholic? Have I become that haggard, Bukowskian stereotype who gets
the shakes every morning unless he tips the bottle? Then I realized, it
was 1pm, and I hadn’t eaten anything but a small doughnut and a couple spicy jelly
samples off toothpicks....
...AND A TRIPLE SHOT OF ESPRESSO.
No food, triple espresso, agitated… bingo.
Equally possible that espresso shakes are a thin veil for symptoms of my true alcoholism. Regardless, I trudged forward.
I remembered from my trip to Seattle last year that Elysian had a pub
location somewhere downtown, and I was determined to reward myself with a visit
this time. I looked up the address on my user-unfriendly BlackBerry. 1221 Pike.
I was at the 100 block of Pike. Only 12 blocks.
No
problem.
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| Elysian + Me = TLF |
No problem until I finished hiking the 12 blocks in 40
degree weather only to realize Elysian was at 1221
EAST Pike. I was on
West Pike. DAMMIT! No choice but to keep walking. I passed
Victrola Coffee Roasters which 9 out of 10 times I would have stopped at, had
it not been for the fact I was hungry and pissed off, mostly because of my
current coffee buzz. No need to stoke the fire. I forged on until finally,
like Mecca, the
Elysian brewery appeared. Neighborhoody, comfortable, inviting.
That was the immediate in-the-door vibe of Elysian. I bellied up to the
bar to indulge myself, only to be met by a disappointingly unpersonable,
unwaveringly unsmiling bartender. He gave me zero information on any of
the taps, and appeared to be doing me a favor by eventually taking my
order. I ordered a deliciously Dagwood-esque French dip sandwich, and a
few flights. 30 seconds after ordering my second flight, I heard the
bartender crack to his co-worker it was “Sampler Hell Day”. Thanks,
brother. Funny thing is it happens to coincide with “No Fucking Tip Day”. I didn't realize
I’m such
a jerk by actually ordering what you're serving. I knew he wasn’t the
brewer, and as such, resigned myself to not penalize the beer for the actions
of one aloof hipster. The superior beers and outstanding food made
it worth sticking around. Every pour was a winner, my favorites being the
Serenity Now Saison, Smoke And Awe, Doom Golden Treacle Pale Ale, and the knockout punch was delivered by one of my favorite stouts in recent memory, the
Bourbon Barrel Aged Dragonstooth Stout.
I headed back to the room and split a couple pre-show
bottles with Denunzio and Barfield, the
Ninkasi Sleigh’r and
Elysian
Savant IPA. Then it was off to the club, El Corazon. This was
the first time
INFEST has played Seattle, and the overall line-up was
beefier than a Pike’s Market jerky stand - Infest, Iron Lung, Gehenna, Warcry,
and Gag – so the turnout was solid, and every band played to a packed
house. Some old friends like Mike from Capitalist Casualties came out, as
well as my cousins Jeff & Scott Wilson. After a
Lucille IPA,
and a double tequila shot courtesy of formerly-Fresno Krystina and her
entourage of gents, I was good to go. I don’t play drunk, so I cut myself
off for the duration of the gig. Every band was energetic, powerful,
loud, crushing, and inspiring. Infest hit the stage last, and the room
came unglued. I was expecting a so-so response, maybe some excitement,
but mostly a lot of standing around. In my opinion, this was one of the
most chaotic, and thus, most fun shows we’ve done. A ridiculous amount of
stagediving and overall excitement propelled the evening along quickly.
The amps were so loud on stage, I couldn’t hear any drums or vocals to ground
me, so I relied on intuition and watched Bob the drummer for obvious change
cues. Somehow it all worked out, and before I knew it, it was all
over.
Post show we loitered and I tried a tasty Deschutes Red
Chair, plus some underwhelming Pyramid Hefe & Mac And Jack’s
African Amber. It was 12:30am, but I was ready to go. We
cruised across town to catch the last few songs of Defiance
from Portland,
catch up with a few more friends, and try a few more brews… the excellent Ninkasi
Oatis Stout and the decidedly non-excellent Rainier Beer. Many
regions of the country have their own local crappy beer. Rainier is
it. It’s the Natty Bo, the Lone Star, or Old Style of the Pacific Northwest. All too soon, we were given the bum's rush, and we followed with yet another early morning trip to 13 Coins, and this time it was packed to the gills with ousted club goers. We smashed into a booth, enjoyed our spoils, and I crashed at 4am yet again.
On Sunday, our flight home was in the evening, so I had plenty of time, provided I woke up at a decent hour. So, I set my alarm and met up with some of my family, the Wilson Family... my Aunt Julie & Uncle Brad, and their sons Jeff & Scott who were at the show on Saturday nite. They were kind enough to shuttle me back to their home at Alki Beach, where we enjoyed brunch, and got caught up. Brad had afternoon obligations, so Julie and the boys were kind enough to indulge my beer tooth, and agreed to tote me around to a couple classic locations in West Seattle. First stop,
Beveridge Place Pub. The best part is the cross street is actually called Beveridge Place. It was meant to be. This place is sprawling and comfortable, and the bartender was upbeat, knowledgeable, and accommodating. If I lived up here, I'd be a regular. They were just kicking off their annual
Barleywine Bacchanal fest, with roughly 30 taps dedicated to barleywine, including many rarities and a few vertical tastings as well. I grabbed a sampler of six, and as expected, they were small but mighty. In addition to my
Bainbridge Island,
Hale's Ales, and
Sound Brewery selections, I opted for the rare chance to try a vertical of
Alaskan Barley Wine Ale from
2009,
2010, and
2011. Collectively they all covered that toothsome spectrum of flavors one would hope for.... the sweetness, mustiness, mild pucker, and full-bodied punch. And after only six samplers, I was already feeling a tad light in the loafers, so I suggested we move along.
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| Don't know this guy, but we're united by beer |
Next stop was a favorite from last year's visit, Beer Junction, another West Seattle staple. Not only do they have the best taps in the area, but they have an adjoining bottle shop which is arguably also the best around. I considered packing a mixed case and checking it on the plane, but they only had boxes, not packing material, and rather than running around to drug stores finding bubble wrap and packing tape, I accepted the fact that it wasn't practical, and simply enjoyed what I could on the spot. I went for an 8 glass flight of PNW greatness... Stoup, Boneyard, 10 Barrel, Maritime Pacific, 7 Seas, Laurelwood, Naked City... Wow. This wasn't going to happen again anytime soon, so I relished every second. All too soon, it was time to head to the airport, so my Aunt gave my soggy ass the heave ho, and after a last minute Fremont IPA at Sea-Tac, I was bouncing my way home, ready for a decent night's sleep, to dream frothy dreams of this drizzly beer mecca of the North.
The tally continues....
Sunday 2/23 - The Morning After the big beer birthday bash
- STILLWATER ARTISINAL ALES WHY CAN'T IBU? BELGIAN IPA - Beer #302, post party recovery pint
Monday 2/24
- BRASSRIE
D'ORVAL ORVAL - Beer #303, the classic
- DC BRAU
BREWING COMPANY THE PUBLIC PALE ALE - Beer #304, East Coast contraband from Dave Witte
- FRANZISKANER
HEFE-WEISSBIER NATURTRUB - Beer #305, I see this everywhere & mistake it for something average, not true, this is a great hefe!
- FEMSA CERVEJA
BRASIL XINGU
BLACK BEER - Beer #306, A Brazilian beer that tastes more like Coca Cola than anything, probably refreshing with spicy food.
Tuesday 2/25 - INFEST practice night in North Hollywood
- SAINT ARCHER
BREWING BLONDE ALE - Beer #307, it's blonde
- ANDERSON VALLEY BREWING HEELCH O' HOPS IMPERIAL IPA - Beer #308, tasty Double hop bomb
- SPEAKEASY PROHIBITION AMBER ALE - Beer #309, One of a recent crop of impressive ambers I've discovered
- EPIC BREWING CO. BIG BAD BAPTIST
IMPERIAL STOUT - Beer #310, way more heavy on the coffee and chocolate dessertiness than I was prepared for.
- BEAR REPUBLIC
BREWING XP
PALE ALE - Beer #311, inexpensive, easy to find, yet high quality, delicious, well-rounded, addictive
Wednesday 2/26
- PALM SPECIALE - Beer #312, good beer, old as time itself
- HOEGAARDEN WIT 57 - Beer #313, purty good
- MAMMOTH
BREWING DOUBLE NUT BROWN PORTER - Beer #314, Thanks to Linda & Jordy Mitchell for toting this back from the Eastern Sierras.... Mammoth rules!
Thursday 2/27 - My birthday, showing restraint, sippin' and enjoying
- FIFTY FIFTY
BREWING B.A.R.T. (BARREL AGED REALLY
TASTY) - Beer #315, a five star beer if there ever was one, glad I hoarded this one.
Friday 2/28 - Seattle bound
- WIDMER BROTHERS HOPSIDE DOWN INDIA
PALE LAGER – Beer #316, at the Bob
Hope Burbank
Airport bar, decent for
passing the time
- REDHOOK LONG HAMMER IPA – Beer #317, another airport beer,
not awesome, but does the trick when waiting through multiple flight delays
- ALASKAN BREWING AMBER – Beer #318, thanks Alaska Air for
carrying an above average beer on board
- LAGUNITAS PILS CZECH STYLE – Beer #319, sipped from Mike
Thorn’s bottle, walking between our motel and Shorty’s
- HALE’S ALES SUPERGOOSE IPA – Beer #320, first tap of three
at Shorty’s, pretty good local starters
- MARITIME PACIFIC BREWING DARK AMBER ALE – Beer #321, good one
- GEORGETOWN
BREWING MANNY’S PALE ALE – Beer #322, I remember enjoying it, but don't remember much else for the evening
Saturday 3/1 - A real taste of Seattle
- ELYSIAN BREWING SERENITY NOW SAISON – Beer #323, yum
- ELYSIAN BREWING SPLIT
SHOT ESPRESSO MILK STOUT – Beer #324, creamy nitro stout
- ELYSIAN BREWING ODDLAND SPICED PEAR ALE – Beer #325, best
fruit beer I remember having
- ELYSIAN BREWING BETE BLANCHE BELGIAN STYLE TRIPEL – Beer
#326, a classic on their roster
- ELYSIAN BREWING SMOKE AND AWE – Beer #327, awesome, easy drinking, accessible rauch
- ELYSIAN BREWING THE IMMORTAL IPA – Beer #328, great
- ELYSIAN BREWING BOURBON BARREL AGED DRAGONSTOOTH STOUT –
Beer #329, another in my ever-growing list of "favorite stouts"
- ELYSIAN BREWING THE WISE ESB – Beer #330, one of the better ESBs overall
- ELYSIAN BREWING ZEPHYRUS PILSNER – Beer #331, sessionable
- ELYSIAN BREWING THE MEN’S ROOM ORIGINAL RED – Beer #332, good one
- ELYSIAN BREWING PERSEUS PORTER – Beer #333, really impressive
- ELYSIAN BREWING DOOM GOLDEN TREACLE PALE ALE – Beer #334, best way to cap off the visit to this brewery... excellent!
- NINKASI BREWING SLEIGH’R DARK DOUBLE ALT ALE – Beer #335, in-room, pre-show treat, thanks to Mike Crow
- ELYSIAN BREWING SAVANT IPA – Beer #336, see above
- GEORGETOWN
BREWING LUCILLE IPA – Beer #337, On tap at El Corazon, decent IPA
- DESCHUTES BREWERY RED CHAIR
NWPA – Beer #338, Post-show at El Corazon, perfect beer for "hangin' out"
- PYRAMID BREWERIES HEFEWEIZEN – Beer #339, Tried a sip from Jack Barfield, what I expected from Pyramid.
- MAC AND JACK’S BREWING AFRICAN AMBER – Beer #340, OK amber from the area
- NINKASI BREWING OATIS OATMEAL STOUT – Beer #341, Post show outing to some other bar, a post birthday brew as a treat from Ms. Loredi Violanta. Cheers!
- PABST BREWING RAINIER BEER
– Beer #342, When in Seattle....
Sunday 3/2 - Wrapping up Seattle with family
- BAINBRIDGE
ISLAND BREWING OAKED
CHERRY TOE JAM BARLEYWINE (2013) – Beer #343, First of six barleywine samplers at Beveridge Place Pub.
- HALE’S ALES BREWERY BOURBON BARREL AGED BARLEY LEGAL
BARLEYWINE (2013) – Beer #344, As good as it sounds.
- SOUND BREWERY BARREL AGED OLD SCOUNDREL BARLEYWINE (2013) –
Beer #345, Love this brewery, sad I didn't enjoy more when I had the chance
- ALASKAN BREWING BARLEY WINE ALE (2009) – Beer #346,slightly sour, most unique of the Alaskan Barley Wine vertical tasting
- ALASKAN BREWING BARLEY WINE ALE (2010) – Beer #347, great
- ALASKAN BREWING BARLEY WINE ALE (2011) – Beer #348, my fave of the three
- TWO BEERS BREWING IMMERSION AMBER – Beer #349, got a quick sip of my cousin Jeff's brew, not bad.
- STOUP BREWING T2R HAYMAKER III IPA – Beer #350, total yum, the first of eight samplers at Beer Junction
- BONEYARD BEER COMPANY RPM IPA – Beer #351, mmm hmm
- 10 BARREL BREWING PROJECT: FAILED RED ALE – Beer #352, good one
- MARITIME PACIFIC BREWING BOSUN’S BLACK PORTER – Beer #353, not bad
- 7 SEAS BREWING IMPERIAL OATMEAL RAISIN STOUT – Beer #354, big fan of 7 Seas, but thought I'd enjoy this more
- 7 SEAS BREWING MAKER’S MARK BARREL AGED WHEELCHAIR
BARLEYWINE – Beer #355, my favorite of all Beer Junction tasters
- LAURELWOOD BREWING GOSE WHEAT ALE WITH SALT – Beer #356, not
nearly as sour as your standard gose, more well-balanced
- NAKED CITY
BREWERY SCARLET STREET DOUBLE RED ALE – Beer #357,
highly recommended imperial red
- FREMONT
BREWING INTERURBAN IPA – Beer #358, average IPA, what I'd expect at the airport
